The Labor enquirer., 1887-02-26

Joe (calling ote Of the Pinkeri ons) you
take my friend Mr.. 8. 10 Mr.. Buchtel's
House. when ybu come to Buchtel "a
station. He win be pleased to see you
addressing hi hself to. mel"
"What you Have told me is authentic.
itr asked q he got up TO leave
II may use itit =.
"why. Of codrse. l am the general
manager Of the company. Goodbye 7"
As soon. % hS was gone made notes
of what he had said and then addressed
myself once more to one Of the emil
grants. He did not understand me. But
there was another one who could make
mselfundersfood In German. / asked
him II be shd his companions knew
where they we're going to. He did not.
Did he know that they were about to
take the bread away from their equally
unfortunate brbthers? T at they were
TO be used a. whips upon the backs of
their struggliIk B friends, and that thev
were In danger Of their lives7 Yes. they
had been told DO ia Q boarding house !;
and when upon this information they
had refused 70 20 snv further, the
soldiers had appeared. and then they had
no longer hesitated. Where did they
come from? Frpm Pennsylvania. Agents
(the Jews) had come to them and prom
ised them bi, wages. Had they laid
their own faret Yes; 1t had been de-.
Quoted from their last paw where they
had worked before. This shows that
there Is tacit understanding between
the coal barona In matters of this kind. ]
What had they earned? Eighteen dol
lars month; they had pud $l6 for
board. washing, powder and oil.
The train stdppel. It was midway
between two stations. Tn, ''scabs''
were hustled opt in less than two min
utee and taken up hill under a strong
Q. cort. ut wouldn't he safe-they'd get
kllle | II we took 'em of at the station, ="
was Joe, the Plnkerton's, reply to nv
inquiring look
There was one other station this side
of Buchtel. I got of here to get rid Of
the villain who was to accompany me to
Mr.. Buchtel's house. told him that |
would be thers BY evening.
It was q small, drearv and dismal
looking mining town at which left the
train, and appeared in sad ,ntrast with
the surrounding picturesque cou ntry.
On the ridge Of one Of the hills which
are covered with an abundance Of green
trees and, surrounded bv which the mar
row dale would seem an idyl, were il not
for the wretchbd looking sh mites that
lie scattered along the slopes on both
sides of the swiftly flowing brook,-a
serious figat among lot Of drunken
Pinkertons had taken place two days
before, during which two Of the combat
ants were killed and several wounded.
The fight had originated over "the pos
session" of several prostitutes, who, as 1t
appeared-had been imported by the
generous coal Syndicate for the special
accommodation Of their protectors OF
''law and ordef." ihis may seem in
credible TO you. r.ader yet, prior to
this, nobody 10 this penurious valley had
ever seen OF heard ofs prostitute. Still
1t is not unlikely that the Plnkerton gen
tlemen had brought them along, think
ing perhaps that pimping their business
in the city, in the country might be a
profitable pastime. Albeit the report
was given out that two gentlemen Of
Pinker toms standing army had been
surprised and killed by strikers, while
on guard and this Notwithstanding the
fact that theit wounds showed to have
been made by bullets from Winchester
rifles (Pinkerton's fire rms). And upon
the strength Of this report the syndicate
demanded and increase OF the military
forcel which. | may add was duly
granted.
The town was filed with new ly ar
rived militia, and martial law had been
proclaimed. The people were to be chas
tised, were they, because they had toler.
ated the Pink ertons to kill each othe. :?
Well, the plsde is almost the center OF
the coal region the troovs could easily
be sent anywhere.""...
| I called at the camp; "the boys" Jared
most sunIptubusly. The company fur
nj she'd cheerfully whatever was wanted
From here made my way over one ol
the hills In the direction OF Buchtel.l A
most unfortunate circumstance was that
wore blue SUIT; taus some persons
possessing no knowledge Of physiognomy
whatever, took me to be q "Pinkerton.'
A girl Of about fourtee' or fifteen wa
searching for berries, as made my way
up the steep bill (there was no regular
road, but labyrinth Of footpaths). AT
q sight of me she screamed and turned
to run away. 'I'll not hurt you, my
good girl tell me. please, whether an
on the right way to Buchtelp l cried
She seemed 70 be meditating whether
1t was better to stop or to run away and
! be shot for she had concluded that
was "Pinkefton." She stopped, the
poor wretchd d thing. but was 50 con
fused that she was quite unable to utte'